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zondag 23 maart 2014

I'm hosting a snippet from zombie horror "Diaries of the Damned", which sounds awesome, by the way. Check out the snippet.

Book Excerpt

Paul
Larkin sat in his seat and fastened his seatbelt. His body was caked with sweat
and dried blood. His ears rang from the gunshots, and his ankle was swollen
again; remnants of an injury he acquired jumping from the first floor window of
his suburban home. At least, it used to be suburbia, before everything went to
shit.

He sat
back and let out a long, deep breath. Shock threatened to take hold of him, so
he closed his eyes and waited. The plane filled up and the cries of those
refused admittance echoed down the walkway, swiftly followed by the sound of
their execution.

Paul
spared but the most fleeting of moments thinking about it. He found it strange
how killing and death had become such a large part of his life.

“Excuse
me,” a fragile sounding voice stirred Paul from the calm place he had just
started to settle into. “I believe this is my seat.” An elderly woman, late
seventies at best stood before him, her face was smeared with blood, while one
eye had been covered by a filthy rag that had been hastily secured to her face
with what looked like duct tape.

“I’m
sorry…” Paul asked, confused.

“Seat 17b.
This is my seat.” The woman waved the ticket in Paul’s face.

Paul said
nothing, but gave the woman a look which screamed, ‘the world as we knew it has ended, are you seriously going to complain
that I’m in your seat’. If she could read his expression, she showed no
signs of it. So with another heavy sigh, this one of frustration, Paul undid
his belt and scooted one seat over.

“Thank
you. I don’t mean to be rude, but after all that has happened, I feel the need
to remain proper about some things,” she said as she sat down. There was an
odor to her person that Paul found distinctly repelling, yet she had clearly
gotten through the scanners at the gate.

“It’s
fine,” he answered her, closing his eyes once more.

Title:
Diaries of the Damned

Author: Alex Laybourne

Genre: Zombie
Horror

The dead have
risen and a desperate struggle for power has begun. The military are evacuating
all survivors in passenger planes. With their destination unknown, one group of
survivors led by a journalist named Paul Larkin, decide to share their
experiences with the hope that when combined, their stories will reveal some
answers that the government had not been willing to give themselves.

Nine survivors
have banded together, determined to tell their tale of survival. None of them
realized that as they stood to tell their tales that they stood on the brink of
discovering a conspiracy the likes of which the world has never seen.

Author Bio

Born and
raised in the coastal English town Lowestoft, it should come as no surprise (to
those that havethe misfortune of
knowing this place) that I became a horror writer.From an early age I was sent to schools which were at least 30
minutes drive away and so spent the most of my free time alone, as the friends
I did have lived too far away for me to be able to hang out with them in the
weekends or holidays.I have been a writer as long as I can remember and have always had
a vivid imagination. To this very day I find it all too easy to just drift away
into my own mind and explore the world I create, where the conditions always
seem to be just perfect for the cultivation of ideas, plots, scenes, characters
and lines of dialogue everything basically, and when the time is right, I can
simply pluck them from the allotment of my mind serve them up on the pages of
whatever work is to be their home.I am married and have four children and my biggest dream for them
is that they grow up and spend their lives doing what makes them happy,
whatever that is.